Xenophon Kalamatiano (God)

“The hope of transcendence is in the romantic re-creation of the self through submersion in the unconscious and the ungovernable.”
– John Lahr

Neon the moon
Maenads in a trance
See Gorgo
Breaking up God
As advertized
Desiccated aunts
In Area 51
Cop a lamp at
Mr. Ramblin’ Dick Bone
The wad of the living God
The sound comes out
The sense you have to impose
A clarifying agent
That has a clear context
And is clearly from a great distance

Calling all creeps
Let’s get God out of his shell
Bring the voyeur on stage
Seek the entry of the invisible one
Feed him until he explodes
Pick up the schizophrenic hotline
The chandu can do the power effete
The flock parts
A much pleasanter sight
You’ve acquired
A distorted view

The American Rhododendron Society
Presents Bonnie Ion
Wisconsin Sunday
School Teacher
Kneeling in the basement
Pythian or Marian
We smoked God
She stove my senses
Primitive all knowing
She makes french faces
A very deep hole
A bitter distinction
As tall as a city bus
What is that blinking
A few pilgrims
A few Indians
Ready to go
Into the potting shed

“This day I am jetting the stuff of far more arrogant republics.”
– Walt Whitman